Gary Switch very kindly sent along a fan-fic of sorts: the episode of The Avengers that he always wanted to see. Like this:

Steed slashes horizontally, the cane’s blinding speed increased by a practiced last-moment wrist flick. Its final six inches cut deeply and evenly into the taut, athletic swell of Mrs. Peel’s sacrificial buttocks. The cracking impact rings out in the small chamber. Mrs. Peel’s face slowly contorts in agony. Then with steely control, she cries out in a hoarse, low register, “One, thank you Sir!”